novelraw Chapter 408: Taking Her on the Carousel
Chapter 408: Taking Her on the Carousel
Smile Holdings Headquarters – Rooftop Sky Garden, 210 Meters Above Ground.
Clusters of plants of varying heights and large trees intertwined harmoniously with the building’s glass structures, perfectly complementing each other.
Across from them, assistants and employees busily went about their work.
Behind them, towering skyscrapers, blue skies, and white clouds stretched as far as the eye could see.
Secretary Jin was backed against the glass curtain wall, her shoulders firmly held in Tang Song’s grasp, leaving her with no room to retreat.
Her coral-orange lips were slightly parted, glistening and fresh.
Tang Song watched as her eyes slowly fluttered shut. His lips moved closer, then pressed down, sucking and entwining—completely intoxicated by the moment.
It felt like savoring an ice-cold Coke on a hot summer day.
After a while—
The glass curtain wall behind Secretary Jin suddenly shattered.She clutched the fabric of his shirt, stumbling backward.
Their bodies slowly crashed into the office space.
As they moved, staff members, desks, shelves, and decorative items either shifted aside or vanished completely.
"Tap, tap, tap—"
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the spacious, well-lit room.
The Executive Director’s office door swung open.
The two of them stumbled inside.
"Ah—" Tang Song landed on the executive chair behind the desk.
Secretary Jin’s long, slender legs dangled off to the side, her perfectly heart-shaped hips settling onto his lap.
Passion peaked.
Gazing at her flawless face, Tang Song’s hands slowly slid downward, tracing the curve of her waist before resting gently on her hips.
Secretary Jin’s waist was incredibly slender—narrow and without an ounce of excess fat, yet not the unhealthy kind of thin.
It was supple and fluid, like a masterpiece of art—something one could admire endlessly.
Their lips and teeth intertwined. Even in this moment, Secretary Jin’s posture remained poised, upright like a white poplar, her slight movements carrying an effortless rhythm.
Since he had just played a three-on-three basketball game with the beautician and Xiaoxue, Tang Song’s mind wasn’t overly preoccupied with lust.
Instead, what he felt was a strong sense of possession—a desire to connect.
After all, this was the perfect character he had recruited and nurtured in his game.
Her existence was like a passage from virtual to reality, reaffirming that everything he now possessed was truly his.
It was a spiritual high—an ecstasy of the soul.
After a long time, they slowly parted.
Their eyes met.
Tang Song gazed into her bright, clear eyes and murmured with deep emotion, "I love you."
Then, he placed a gentle kiss on her delicate, porcelain-like face.
A surge of excitement and fulfillment rose in his chest.
He had always known of Secretary Jin’s existence, but today was the first time he had truly, physically experienced her presence.
She was flawless in every way—even beyond his wildest fantasies.
Secretary Jin tilted her head slightly, reaching up to smooth the loose strands of hair at her temple. Then, with elegance, she rose from his lap.
As she moved, Tang Song’s hand brushed across the curve of her hip—a perfect balance of softness and elasticity, round and perky.
With the Couple Outfit effects enhancing the experience, the sensation left an even deeper imprint.
Secretary Jin pulled out a tissue, dabbing at her lipstick before turning around, letting her arms hang naturally at her sides.
It seemed as though she was subtly showcasing their matching outfits.
After a moment, she smiled and asked, "Does it look good?"
"Absolutely stunning," Tang Song said sincerely. "Perfect."
"Did President Tang come here just to comfort me? You’re speaking so sweetly, it’s almost unsettling."
Tang Song shook his head. "Of course not. I’m just saying what’s in my heart."
"Heh." Secretary Jin folded her arms in front of her chest and looked at Tang Song, who was still sitting in the executive chair. "I visited Shenzhen Bay No.1, and I noticed that the lingerie and stockings in my wardrobe had been… rummaged through.
So, President Tang has this kind of hobby, huh?"
A flicker of embarrassment flashed across Tang Song’s eyes, but he kept his composure and said boldly, "I’m interested in everything about you."
Secretary Jin spaced out for a moment, then a soft, enchanting smile spread across her lips.
She slowly lowered her head, pressing her delicate lips against his eyelids—then his nose bridge—before finally lifting herself back up.
"As the Secretary Jin in your dream, my advice is that you should say these words directly to Jin Weixiao. She would be absolutely thrilled."
"Weixiao" was her nickname—only known to her closest friends and family.
Tang Song had never called her that before.
Of course, the naming of Smile Holdings and the establishment of Tang Jin Family Office—
To her, these were the highest forms of romance.
A romance only they could understand.
In reality, she wouldn’t remember the entirety of this dream after waking up—only the most profound fragments and emotions.
At work, it manifested like having a "divine revelation" cheat code.
In Tang Song’s vast business empire, every single venture was deeply connected to her.
Even Tang Zong Entertainment, his personal pet project, had her fingerprints all over it.
Without the miraculous dream world, without the constant waves of awe and romance over the years,
How else could someone like her possibly be this devoted to a man?
She even took it upon herself to maintain peace within his “harem”.
Feeling Secretary Jin’s movements, hearing her words—
Tang Song pursed his lips, looked at her, and gave a serious nod. "I’ll do it. And it won’t be long."
Secretary Jin lowered her arms, and a chair materialized behind her.
She smoothed down her skirt and gracefully took a seat.
"I’ve already met Liu Qingning. As for her arrangement, I’ll respect your decision.
According to our previous plans, all resources should now be focused on AGI (Artificial General Intelligence).
You truly had remarkable foresight in this area. As of now, the global AI revolution is in full swing.
It’s a fundamental, core technology that might even trigger a new industrial revolution, reshaping all industries.
Just last week, I had a face-to-face meeting with Ms. Ouyang.
The vertical integration of our hardware sector is basically complete. Even our self-developed AI computing chips are ready for deployment."
Seated elegantly, Secretary Jin recounted the arrangements she had carried out in Tang Song’s absence, her eyes sharp with intelligence.
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Tang Song suddenly leaned in and kissed her again.
Secretary Jin blinked. The hand she had instinctively raised slowly lowered again.
After a moment—
Tang Song gently pulled away and suddenly said, "Today, I don’t want to talk about work."
The 【Secretary Jin’s Dreamscape】 item had a strict requirement—
He couldn’t engage in any actions that would affect his charm rating.
And once work was involved, his words and actions were bound to influence Secretary Jin—making everything unpredictable.
More importantly, what truly mattered now was soothing her heart.
"Mmm." Secretary Jin calmly nodded. "Alright."
No matter how absurd or outrageous his decisions were, she had never once objected.
Tang Song took her hand, and with a single thought—
The two of them appeared in an amusement park.
The sun was shining brightly, and laughter filled the air around them.
A look of surprise flashed across Secretary Jin’s face, but she didn’t say anything.
Tang Song continued holding her hand, guiding her through the different attractions—
Bumper cars that crashed and jolted, a carousel that rose and fell in rhythmic motion...
During their time there, Secretary Jin ate a cotton candy larger than her face and drank an indulgently high-calorie milk tea she had never tried before.
Seeing the smile spread across her face—
Tang Song’s gaze softened, filled with warmth.
There’s a saying—
If she is still innocent to the world, take her to see its grandest splendor; if she has weathered the storms of life, take her on a carousel.
For a woman like Secretary Jin, deep conversations weren’t something Tang Song was fully prepared for yet.
If he wanted to leave a lasting impression, the best way was to start with simple couple moments.
This was their first real meeting, their first real interaction.
Tang Song wanted her to fall in love with the person he was now—
And he looked forward to the day when they would meet again at the summit.
The Ferris wheel ascended slowly, reaching its highest point.
Below them, the full panorama of the amusement park unfolded—Spring was in full bloom.
Then, unexpectedly, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.
Secretary Jin stood up, placing both hands neatly in front of her as she quietly gazed into the distance.
Her back was like a painting unfolding before his eyes, her spine forming the central axis of the composition—symmetrical, elegant lines spreading outward as if meticulously sketched.
Tang Song stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing soft kisses against the nape of her neck.
And finally, he couldn’t resist—his left hand slowly moved upward.
He subtly felt the most profound truth of the world.
The scene before him gradually blurred.
5:30 AM.
His perfectly trained biological clock roused Tang Song from his sleep.
A sliver of morning light seeped through the gap in the curtains.
Tang Song opened his eyes.
The first thing in sight was the beautician’s smooth, bare back.
His hand was resting against her chest.
Tang Song let out a slow breath and carefully got out of bed.
Throwing on a robe, he stepped into the study.
He picked up the guitar Su Yu had given him, leaned back into the wicker chair, and let his fingers glide over the strings.
「BGM: Leaving all the lightless dreams to you, leaving all my day and night longing to you…」
The smooth, melodic guitar chords intertwined with his rich, magnetic voice, drifting softly through the air.
He played and sang for over ten minutes, completely at ease.
Then, Tang Song got up and took a seat behind the desk, picking up 【Secretary Jin’s Fountain Pen】 and absentmindedly twirling it in his fingers.
At some point, his phone screen lit up—a bank notification showing an incoming transfer.
Tang Song’s lips curved downward slightly before he shook his head.
Opening his system interface, he checked his personal stats.
【Player: Tang Song (69’ Charm)】
【Role: President of Songmei Fashion】
【Height: 184CM | Weight: 80KG】
【Physique: 71 | Endurance: 75 | Agility: 68 | Intelligence: 83】
【Financial Status:】
Balance: ¥5.112 million (Investment Funds: ¥120.5 million)
…
Seeing his Charm Score now at 69, Tang Song froze for a second before quickly understanding.
Time was passing, and he was constantly improving.
His aesthetic taste, posture, skills, abilities, and social standing were all steadily rising.
He was just one point away from unlocking the next phase of rewards.
Tang Song took a deep breath, emotions swirling in his heart.
He suddenly longed to see Secretary Jin in reality, to kiss her, hold her, and make her his.
In the past, as he achieved financial freedom, as more women entered his life, and as his material wealth overflowed,
He had admittedly become complacent, no longer placing as much emphasis on raising his Charm Score.
This dream encounter had reignited his motivation—
And solidified his determination.
He needed to accelerate his progress—
He had to meet Secretary Jin in reality as soon as possible!
Opening 【Mission Center】,
Tang Song picked up 【Secretary Jin’s Fountain Pen】 and began sketching out his next steps in his notebook.
For appearance, he couldn’t slack off on fitness.
Posture training had to continue.
He needed to develop more high-value personal interests—like swimming, photography, and craftsmanship.
The due diligence on Yannan Film Base had already begun, and the final task in his Phase Two Growth Plan—【③ Rising Capitalist】—needed to be completed faster.
The branch mission 【Qualified Leader】 had to be prioritized as well.
After all, its rewards included 【+1 Charm】.
He needed to assert authority over Lanfeng International’s management and solidify himself as a true corporate leader.
Beyond that, he had to consolidate his existing resources and expand his vision and influence.
"Shh shh shh—"
The sound of the pen scratching against the paper filled the study.
Tang Song meticulously organized his objectives, setting a clear direction for himself.
His once-restless heart finally began to settle.
Shanghai – Zhongliang Seaview No.1.
"Huff—"
A slightly ragged breath broke the stillness.
Secretary Jin suddenly sat up in bed.
She stayed dazed for a long moment, her thoughts slowly returning.
Looking out at the faint morning light filtering through the window, feeling the emptiness of the room around her—
A flash of unmistakable disappointment crossed her eyes.
She reached up, touched her chest, then brushed her fingers over her lips.
Dreams were fleeting, like shadows passing through mist.
The memories that lingered were hazy, veiled in a layer of unreality.
But that feeling only stayed with her for a few minutes before she regained her usual calm and sharp clarity.
Lifting the blanket, she started to get up—
But then, her brows knitted slightly.
Reaching between her legs, she touched the sheets.
Her underwear was ruined.
Even the bedsheet was soaked through.
The intimacy in the dream had been an unprecedented sensation,
A fulfillment of long-buried fantasies.
The physical and emotional reaction it had triggered far exceeded her expectations.
A low, amused chuckle escaped her lips.
With composure, she slid off her clothes, baring her perfectly proportioned, sculpted figure to the soft morning light—
Then walked, slow and unhurried, into the bathroom.
Growing together, achieving together.
Love—it truly is a beautiful thing.
As long as you exist in this world, then no matter what this world becomes, it will always hold meaning for me.
…
……
Morning.
"Tap, tap, tap—" A finger lightly tapped against a phone screen.
"Swish—" A WeChat message was sent.
【Lingling: "Ahem, (O○) Good morning! Your daily weather report is here, right on time."】
【Lingling: "Friday, August 25, 2023. Sunny, turning to thunderstorms. 20~28°C."】
【Lingling: "Recommended outfit: Long-sleeve T-shirt or a light cotton shirt…"】
"Buzz, buzz, buzz—"
【Tang Song: "Received. Thank you, my dear Lingling beauty. Good morning."】
Seeing Senior’s reply, Yao Lingling happily jumped out of bed, swaying her hips as she hummed a tune and walked into the bathroom.
While chatting with Tang Song, she used the toilet, brushed her teeth, and washed her face.
A wonderful day had begun.
It had been three days since Qixi Festival. After overcoming the initial shyness, she had started finding new ways to message him first.
The results had been very promising.
As long as Tang Song was free, he always responded. Never once perfunctory or dismissive.
Her confidence in this all came, of course, from that gift and that kiss.
Thinking about it, Yao Lingling unconsciously licked her lips—
Then immediately snapped out of it and spat into the sink.
She had almost forgotten she was in the middle of washing her face!
The only downside was the rain this weekend—her cycling plans had to be postponed.
But from their chats, she could tell that Senior had been incredibly busy lately.
The weather was cooling down anyway—there would be plenty of opportunities later.
After freshening up, she did her glute workout, then changed into a casual professional outfit and began carefully styling herself.
She put on Cartier earrings, an Hermès watch, and tucked the LV wallet Senior had given her into her handbag.
With everything ready, Yao Lingling greeted Zhang Jiahong, hopped onto her little motorbike, and headed to work with Li Shumin.
Yesterday, Zhang Jiahong had sent over her carefully revised resume, and Lingling had forwarded it to Senior.
Whether it worked out or not, she wasn’t too concerned.
She just thought Senior was such a good person.
To save Jiahong from embarrassment, he even asked her not to mention it.
"Morning, Brother Li!"
"Good morning, Lingling. Wow, you look amazing today!"
"Oh, come on, when don’t I look amazing? Haha!"
"I was wondering why the restroom was clogged—it must've been overloaded by your beauty!"
"Sister Wang is absolutely right! Hehe."
Chatting and laughing with her colleagues, Yao Lingling took her seat and spun happily in her chair.
She picked up where she left off yesterday.
"Clap, clap—"
"Everyone, pause your work for a moment—I have a few things to announce."
Lingling and her colleagues immediately put down their tasks and turned to look.
"President Xiao!"
"President Xiao."
Wearing a lightweight suit, Xiao Mingxuan strode confidently into the office, his spirits high.
His gaze paused briefly on Lingling, and he flashed a big smile before scanning the room.
With a clear voice, he announced:
"Next month is the Yan Province International Fashion Exhibition, and our company has secured an excellent booth space.
After discussing with management, we’ve reserved a dedicated section for Qimeng."
"I know everyone’s been working hard, but let’s put in some extra effort—we need a few showpiece outfits to showcase to our partners."
The office erupted in applause.
Excitement lit up the employees’ faces.
This exhibition was a big deal—besides top local brands, there would be many major domestic and international fashion houses, distributors, and media outlets.
Qimeng was a brand-new venture within their division.
Exposure was crucial, and this exhibition was an opportunity they couldn’t afford to miss.
"The event details have been uploaded to the group folder. Take a look when you get a chance.
And if anyone has suggestions, feel free to come talk to me anytime."
"Also, our Qimeng online store is officially open, and the brand’s operations are now running smoothly."
As Xiao Mingxuan continued speaking,
Yao Lingling clapped along with her colleagues, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Back when she hadn’t yet joined the division, Xiao Mingxuan had already mentioned this event to her—
Saying he wanted to take her and Minmin along for the experience.
As someone who loved lively events and the fashion industry, of course, she didn’t want to miss it.
After a quick morning meeting,
Lingling opened the event materials in the group folder, eagerly browsing through them.
Besides nationwide powerhouses like Jiaxin, many top-tier local brands would also be attending.
Then, suddenly, she spotted a familiar name—
Light & Shadow Media.
Thinking hard, she slowly recalled something—
Back when she was gaming, Sister Wen Ruan had mentioned that she worked as a planner for this company.
Now that she thought about it—Sister Wen Ruan knew Senior too.
And their relationship seemed pretty close.
Could it be that she was the “goddess” Senior had mentioned on Little Red Book?
Imagining Wen Ruan’s curvy, hourglass figure, Yao Lingling suddenly felt a little self-conscious.
Even if she trained her glutes to perfection,
How could she compete with an E-cup and peach-shaped hips?!
"Dear Designer, what’s got you spacing out?"
A playful voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Here, the fabric samples are in—check if everything’s good."
Li Shumin patted her on the back, placing a bag on her desk.
Lingling quickly stood up, opening the bag to inspect the materials.
Just then, a smiling voice called out—
"Hello, beautiful ladies. Busy?"
"President Xiao!"
"President Xiao, we’re not too busy—do you need anything?"
Lingling quickly turned and greeted him with a smile.
"Heh." Xiao Mingxuan chuckled, shaking his head.
"Not really. Just wanted to put you two at ease."
"Yesterday, I spoke to my contacts about your roommate Zhang Jiahong.
Some people from Jiaxin Fashion, some from Huashang Fashion—basically, all management-level contacts who can make hiring decisions.
Tell her to keep her phone on—she should hear back as early as next week."
Lingling froze for a second, then turned to Li Shumin in surprise.
"When did you tell President Xiao?"
"It wasn’t me—he noticed that Jiahong moved back and asked about it."
Li Shumin winked playfully, bowing with a grin.
"Thank you, President Xiao! You’re incredibly generous!
Jiahong will definitely thank you in person later."
Since Lingling had insisted on covering the private room costs,
Shumin had transferred the money to Xiao Mingxuan instead.
During their chat, she had casually mentioned a few things.
Xiao Mingxuan actually remembered their former roommate who had moved out.
When he learned that Jiahong was job-hunting, he immediately offered to help—
And his efficiency was insane.
In just two days, he had already arranged an internal referral.
With his connections, Jiahong’s chances of getting hired had just skyrocketed.
"There's no need for thanks."
Xiao Mingxuan turned to Yao Lingling and said, "Next time you guys cook, I'll come over for a meal."
"Got it! Thanks, President Xiao!"
"Alright, I have a meeting to get to. See you later."
With one hand casually in his pocket, Xiao Mingxuan turned and walked away effortlessly.
Yao Lingling playfully pinched Li Shumin’s arm.
"Hey, why didn’t you give me a heads-up about this?"
"Didn’t we agree on this already?"
Li Shumin put on a pitiful expression and said,
"You said you’d help Jiahong before, remember? But lately, you’ve been all wrapped up with Senior Tang Song, so I figured it’d be awkward for you to ask President Xiao yourself.
Since he brought it up first, and it went through me, let’s just consider it as Jiahong and I owing him a favor."
"...Fine."
Yao Lingling sighed.
"Actually, I haven’t told you guys yet—Senior Tang Song also has connections in the fashion industry.
On my birthday, he already agreed to help with a referral.
I sent him Jiahong’s resume yesterday."
"That’s even better! Double the insurance!"
Li Shumin lowered her voice and whispered,
"You know Jiahong—she just wants stability.
She’s put off taking the civil service exam for now and just wants a solid job in a big company.
President Xiao’s network is a perfect fit.
Who knows? If she’s lucky enough to get into Jiaxin, Huashang, or Geya, her future will be set!"
"...Alright."
Now that things had already played out this way, Yao Lingling didn’t say anything more.
Just then—
"Buzz, buzz, buzz—"
Her phone vibrated.
Pulling it out, she glanced at the screen.
"It’s Jiahong. Let me take this."
"Hello? Jiahong, what’s up?"
"Wait—seriously?!"
"That’s amazing! Get ready for it!
Since the interview is this weekend, Minmin and I will help you practice hand-drawing and pattern-making.
Let’s nail this!"
"Mm-hmm, okay! Bye, darling."
After hanging up,
Li Shumin asked curiously, "What’s going on with Jiahong?"
Yao Lingling pressed her lips together, her expression complicated.
"Huashang Fashion’s HR just called her.
She has an in-person interview next Monday."
"Holy sh*t!"
Li Shumin’s eyes widened in shock.
"President Xiao’s connections are insane!
He only brought it up yesterday, and today she’s already got an interview?!"
Huashang Fashion was a large, established enterprise with its own manufacturing facilities—
Much more stable than most fashion brands.
It was also one of Jiahong’s top choices.
She had sent dozens of resumes through their WeChat public account, website, and job boards—
And never heard back.
But one word from Xiao Mingxuan—
And she was in.
This kind of pull had to be at the VP level or at least a department manager.
At this rate, she’d probably pass through every step smoothly.
Realizing this, Li Shumin quickly pulled out her phone—
And tagged Zhang Jiahong in their three-person group chat, excitedly spilling the inside story.
Meanwhile, Yao Lingling let out a quiet sigh, feeling a little heavy-hearted.
Of course, she was genuinely happy for Jiahong—
But Xiao Mingxuan’s sudden offer to help now felt like a psychological burden on her.
And it also meant she had let Senior Tang Song’s kindness go to waste.